I learned exactly how good this summer.
I looked out our kitchen window and saw Justin pushing our lawn mower down the sidewalk.
I didn’t realize that the same instinct making me proud would soon make me wonder how much I had missed.
A few days after school ended, I looked out our kitchen window and saw Justin pushing our lawn mower down the sidewalk.
“Where are you going?”
He stopped.
“Mrs. Hall needs help.”
When he came home an hour later, his shirt was soaked.
Mrs. Hall lived four houses away. She was seventy-eight and stubborn enough to make age feel personally offensive.
Apparently, Justin had seen her trying to mow her lawn in ninety-degree heat.
When he came home an hour later, his shirt was soaked.
“She tried to pay me twenty dollars,” he said.
“Did you take it?”
He looked insulted.
“Do you think other old people around here need their lawns done?”
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